Scent Glands Omegaverse Novels & Stories

Mom eventually decided not to move the plant. Over the next few days, she realized its leaves were growing larger. They ended up splitting open, and a crimson liquid that looked like blood oozed out. Its fragrance was intoxicating, as if there was a magical aspect of it in the way it drew attention. Mom became obsessed with studying the plant, even abandoning her job in the factory. After experimenting for some time, she discovered that injecting that red liquid into the human body could change a person's scent, even making them more attractive to the opposite sex.

They sense the strange magic coiled tightly beneath her skin like a restrained storm. “She doesn’t smell like us,” one of the elders murmurs. “She smells like power,” another answers. I bare my teeth slightly, a silent warning. The murmurs die. Rieka arrives late. Deliberately. She wears silver and white, Luna colors meant to remind the pack of her status. Her chin is high, her expression controlled but her scent betrays her. Fear. Jealousy. Rage. Good. I raise my hand, commanding silence. “Today,” I announce, voice carrying effortlessly, “we begin a bond of protection and claim.” A ripple moves through the crowd.

"Pros of this special concoction, it hides your scent, allowing you to snoop unnoticed. Downside—it blocks your sense of smell as well." Derek remembered the perfume from the van, where it had been passed around each occupant. It truly did work like a charm. Thanks to its strong scent, he couldn't smell anything else when it was near. He supposed that was the same for other werewolves. It was why he had been assaulted so easily by Belinda's friend. With much difficulty—and considerable endurance—Lexie splashed a drop of the disgusting liquid onto each of her armpits. Taking a deep breath, she returned the bottle to its owner.

“I’m listening.” Mathin sat back and steepled his fingers, thinking out loud. “Remember Leo? Jasmine’s human friend from the swamps? She used her symbiont to make her body produce the charmer pheromone for a time. If she could do that, then perhaps she also knows a way to reverse the process.” Fallon shook his head. “You’re talking about a long shot and a prolonged journey to the swamps, Mathin. And this is assuming that the old woman wants your help.”

Avery reprimanded, then realised Astra had a hard time recognising them because their memories were yet to sync up and so only remembered people by their scent. “Scent?” Ian, Kaden and Rosie asked almost at the same time after Avery explained why Astra acted the way she did. “Yeah, the more familiar and memorable the scent was, the more she felt like she could trust it, but an unfamiliar scent bothered her and Rosie. you were wearing a different scent of perfume from the one she’s familiar with, and Natalie, she felt threatened by her omega scent because, well, she’s an omega, and Tonia, her scent was unfamiliar, but now she can remember everyone, so she’s cool.” Avery managed to put Astra’s

But after the incident at the club and Zane brought him back to his home, he may have conveniently forgotten to take them and maybe even used a little bane to flush what might be left in his system, so there was nothing blocking his pheromones and scents at all. With a low, dangerous rumble in his chest, Zane sucked in a deep breath to swallow the Omega scent, thereby opening every scent gland in his body. Posturing, he allowed the full force of his Alpha Pheromones to bloom in the air, thicker than the normal waves.

Abruptly, he covered his nose with his eyes wide in panic. I sniffed the air, puzzled at first until the scent hit me. A sweet mix of lavender and honeysuckle. The scent was so strong in the air, I wondered how I had missed it when I woke up. I looked at Ray, confused about the scent. Omegas are known to have sweet scents, while alphas have the manly woody scents, however, with the two of us alone in the room, there could be only one possibility. AN OMEGA STEPPED INTO MY ROOM???!

He sank to his knees, uncaring of the filth that started to seep into the tweed trousers of his suit when the beautiful scent of raspberry and white musk with an underlying base note of roses all wrapped around the most delicate scent of Omega stole all the strength from his legs. The scent of Omega. MY OMEGA, his brain was screaming at him, the two words pushing every other thought from his mind. MY OMEGA the scent said, the words crashing from his brain to his heart to his stomach to his soul and back to his brain. MY OMEGA, lying in an unmoving heap on the ground of a filthy back alley in the centre. "Ash!" he shouted, unable to keep the panic from his tone as he launched himself forward.

The dominant scent I’d carried my whole life was turning into something like honey and burnt sugar . The slick was leaking, dripping down my ass crack making my jeans cling uncomfortably to my ass. Thorne froze above me. His pupils turned dark as he sniffed my scent “Holy shit,” he whispered, “You’re not… you can’t be. Ryker Graves the campus bully, the guy who’s shoved me into walls a dozen times… you’re a fucking omega?” I shook my head wildly denying. As my body betrayed me completely. My nipples started becoming hard and my cock was leaking pre-cum so much it soaked the front of my pants.

He heard they were very painful and uncomfortable, so he happily took them every month. The scent neutralizers he took were also expensive because he put them on every day. He knew only Alphas could smell Omega scents, but he didn't want to risk people finding out he was an Omega, so he also needed money for that. It wasn't like he was poor; he just had enough to come by. He didn't complain about his life, and he was happy with the way he lived right now. Those few side effects couldn't keep him down.